when harry potter met league of legends

It was no small matter for a group of classmates to enter the school hospital, and what was even more terrible was that even though Allen and his gang tried hard, they still didn't get through.

Therefore, the five prefects who wanted to form a group had to do odd jobs with the professor for a week. As for the remaining Allen - since dragon blood was obviously something that no one else could provide, Allen's crime was increased and he shared the burden.

I got to do what I dislike most among students - taking care of children.

The so-called taking care of children, as the name suggests, means taking care of the students in the lower grades - and the people taking care of them are not from one college, but from all the colleges together.

What to do depends on which professor thinks this class is necessary, or which professor is sick and decides based on the situation - for example, if Lupine hadn't had Snape happily go over to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, then

A few classes were held by senior classmates.

It sounds very cute, but the actual situation is not that good - the ones in this college are better, and the people in other colleges are not very obedient. If by chance you are a first-year student, then congratulations very much, you

Some have played...

Even in the same college, seniors and juniors don't play much together - the bigger the age difference, the less likely they are to play together. If you look at Harry's social circle, you will know that the seniors are completely different.

I don't want to play with a bunch of brats.

Except for reasons of clubs or blood relationships, it is difficult for students to interact with each other if they are too many years apart. For example, Harry has a good relationship with the twins, but apart from his Quidditch teammates, the twins he is familiar with are in the same grade.

The only one born is Li Qiaodan.

Therefore, taking care of the children almost made Allen tired - this is because he is a prefect, and it is much easier to manage the senior students.

What's even more terrible is that even with this punishment, he must still take the classes he is supposed to take. Unless the classes conflict, he must not miss a single class...

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In the restaurant at noon, when Allen was sitting on the chair, his whole person looked like he was hopeless.

"How was your morning?" asked a feeble voice from nearby.

"Hell on earth - I remember we were fine when we were in the first grade. Why is the kid in the first grade now crying and saying he misses home during class?" Allen responded listlessly.

"It's normal. It's almost Christmas and the professor is not here. It's normal for an eleven-year-old to be homesick." Marshall interjected next to him.

Allen couldn't help but look at him, and found that the boy was trying hard to put away the smile on his face, and simply gave up his plan to settle accounts with this boy - "What do you know? Do you think you are crying alone? Then

The kid's voice was like amplifying magic. When I comforted him, half the class was brought to tears by him. Professor McGonagall came by to help and almost couldn't comfort him. I would rather fight a group of fire dragons alone.

Taking this job is like hell!"

Allen looked desperate - he couldn't fight, could he?

When he was a first grader, he would beat him until he couldn't cry when he encountered this kind of kid, but now there is no way at all.

"Where are you guys? How are you today?" Allen asked casually.

"It's not that good - the dragon you dealt with that day, we took a special look at it today."

"cool!"

"So handsome? Are you a punishment or a reward? I want to go too!"

"That's right - this is great!"

A bunch of melon-eating people gathered around - their problems were completely cured at this moment, and they were painless. Some even missed the taste very much.

"What a ghost!" the seventh-grade male prefect looked like he wanted to hit someone.

"The professor took us there, and after talking to the dragon tamers, he asked us to help move things." He looked at the sky with a look of reminiscence.

"Moving things? Oh my god, you were also involved in the transfer of the fire dragon?"

"Haha -" a laugh without any emotion: "There is one missing word - the professor said that there are very few pure-blooded dragon dung on the market, and this time the fire dragon came to Hogwarts,

She is going to get some fresh ones to use as fertilizer for the herbs in the small greenhouse."

It was still a voice without any emotion: "In order to get more, the professor also specially brought some of the fire dragon's favorite herbs. We carried the herbs there, and then came back with the dragon dung..."

The sound of popping rice and water was heard, and in an instant, countless bubble-head curses or iron armor curses appeared on the dining table.

"We're eating, don't talk about this!"

"Haha, do you think we can still eat?" There was another sneer, but there was an emotional tone behind it: "However, I would rather move a few more times than visit the first grade children.

!”

Allen was still laughing, and then suddenly felt a pain in his heart...

However, there is no point in feeling heartache - because his labor punishment is still going to be a long time.

The cheating game didn't even show the content of the second game, which made him unable to even use the excuse of preparing for the honor of the school...

Just as Allen was staring at the others with a hateful expression, a third-grade kid suddenly ran over.

"Prefect Allen, Professor McGonagall asked me to inform you that Professor Hagrid is short of a senior student to help this afternoon, so you have to go there today."

The boy who delivered the message had an expression of admiration on his face - obviously, in his opinion, whether it was to single out a fire dragon and defeat it head-on or to help the professor with things before graduating, it was a very powerful thing.

.

In order not to disappoint him, Allen responded calmly: "Okay, I already know - but Professor Hagrid's classes are usually in the morning, why are they suddenly changed today?"

"It is said that Professor Hagrid has something to do in the morning. I don't know much about the rest. Do you need me to inquire now?"

"No, thank you." Allen's expression was friendly and his smile was standard.

——

After the boy left, Allen instantly returned to his salty look, and at the same time, a bunch of teasing eyes from around him hit him, like a spotlight.

"The professor said that we have almost finished the work in the morning, and we can have a rest in the afternoon." The seventh-grade prefect, who is still as salty as a salted fish, has an expression on his face that needs a beating.

Allen responded with a middle finger.

However, just when everyone started to laugh, one person suddenly put down his fork: "Wait a minute - I found something wrong. You know, the school schedule will never be changed, even if a professor asks for leave.

Someone will come to take over the class, and there must be a reason why Hagrid suddenly changed his morning class!"

He had a look that saw through everything: "Judging from the current situation, Hagrid is very likely to be one of the organizers of the second game - otherwise it would be absolutely not good to have such a strict schedule involving seven grades.

Only the Triwizard Tournament can change the schedule to make concessions."

"You mean to ask Alan to get information from Hagrid?"

"Of course not - we collected information and told Allen that the professor must be wary of warriors, but we are different!"

"What a great idea. If we can get the information before the game starts, our advantage will be even greater!"

...

A group of people were muttering quietly, not even bothering to eat.

Alan rolled his eyes and quickly filled his stomach - he had to go there a little early to talk to Hagrid about what he would do in the future.

Before leading him away, he asked kindly: "I'm going over right now, do you want me to do anything?"

"You have nothing to do, just take care of the child!"

I don’t know who said this, but all of Allen’s subsequent responses were choked to death...

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When he saw Hagrid again, Alan himself was shocked - Hagrid's current aesthetic style seemed to be more and more surprising, and the outfit even made him not know how to complain for a while.

The only thing that can be praised is that Hagrid is in extremely good spirits at this moment, probably because of the nourishment of love, and his expression is full of what some people call hope.

After expressing that he was full and declining Hagrid's attempt to entertain him with food, Alan successfully learned what he was going to do today amidst the strong smell of alcohol (from the feed of the horses next to him).

Well - a good news and a bad news.

The good news is that he no longer has to take care of a first-grade kid today, but the bad news is that although the other person is a fourth-grade kid, he still needs protection...

Because Hagrid was going to let them have a close contact with his beloved new species, the Explosive-tailed Skrewt, today, in order to prevent any accidents from happening, he decided to ask the seniors to help him take a look. Unexpectedly, the person who came was Alan.

"Okay, experimentally speaking, we can consider this issue - I have seen those guys before. They are currently in the semi-mature stage and are indeed within the range of fourth graders. But Hagrid, be prepared to get burned.

Have you used the ointment?”

"Of course - I'm going to prepare a bucket of it!" Hagrid said quite proudly.

As he pointed, a huge wooden barrel came into Allen's eyes - the strong aroma of wine made Allen ignore it.

Haha, a bucket full.

How big is this bucket?

Let's put it this way, if Hagrid was burned all over his body, this bucket would be enough for him to apply such a thick layer - if he were a fourth grader, it could be said that Professor Hagrid prepared it for all the students before class.

There was enough ointment to deal with their collective serious burn injuries...

Rolling his eyes, Allen took a few steps forward and discovered that this was a good natural ointment - an expensive potion ingredient.

"Put them in bottles and give them a few small bottles - you'll make them think you want them all to get burned..."

"No problem, I'll look for it -" Hagrid hurriedly searched for it, but halfway through, he suddenly patted his head as if he remembered something, and showed an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry Alan, I have something else to do here, could you please pretend?" Perhaps because he was too shy, he added: "Just leave half of it for me - this plaster is very easy to use.

I’ll give the rest to you.”

He hurriedly handed the box containing the bottle to Allen, straightened his hair in front of the mirror again, and quickly rushed out after making sure there was nothing wrong. From a distance through the window, Allen saw Hagrid being so distracted.

The existence of Madame Maxime.

Okay, as long as you are happy.

Allen started to work - he couldn't help but worry about a group of his classmates.

Judging from the current situation, he was afraid that a group of his classmates would find out at the final stage that Hagrid was on a date, which would be an operation that would really make people vomit blood.

After all, being overjoyed or sad is not good for your heart...

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The afternoon came quickly.

Hagrid returned to his room on time, smiled at Alan, and didn't explain anything.

The two of them left the hut one after another and walked towards a group of students. Hagrid may not have woken up from the previous date, but at this moment, he completely blocked Alan with a smile, making him unable to do anything.

I can't see clearly in front of me.

However, Allen had been tortured so much in the morning that he could not see the child for even a minute at this moment.

The class took place in Hagrid's pumpkin patch, and Alan hid silently behind Hagrid, comforting himself with his deeply wounded heart.

"I'm not sure whether they are hibernating," Hagrid told the students who were shivering in the pumpkin patch just in front of Alan, "but we might as well give it a try. Although I put them in boxes,

But it seems like they need more exercise."

This is a good thing - because just as Hagrid was talking, there were almost explosion sounds in most of the boxes in the pile. If the boxes Hagrid had not prepared were strong, some of them might have jumped out at this moment.

"No one can take it for a walk - although it can attack a little now, I don't think it's a big problem, and I've prepared a very effective plaster -" Hagrid took out a small box and opened it.

A pile of clean and beautiful small bottles, each containing half a small bottle of purple ointment, looked even smaller in Hagrid's big hands, and looked even more precious - just look at the packaging.

Hagrid scratched his head and saw that the people below reacted very well and even whispered about the plaster in the small bottle, ignoring why the small stone bottle he originally prepared turned into like this.

As for the fact that the ointment was only half a small bottle, it didn't matter, he had a lot more over there.

However, he didn't care, but Allen spoke up - he should always increase the interest of this group of people before going to class, otherwise wouldn't his plaster be in vain?

"Everyone, let's guess what the ingredients of these plasters are. Professor Hagrid should give extra points to those who guess correctly."

He walked out with a smile, and then almost froze - Harry and the others were all here, this guy was so embarrassed...

Only then did he remember that this was a fourth-grade class. Since the naughty children were making trouble in the morning, he had completely forgotten about it. Seeing a few acquaintances there, Allen felt a little stupid.

The scene became awkward for a moment... (To be continued)